by Larry Skigin
It was 1997, and I was 31 years old when life changed in an instant. Out of the blue, I had a seizure. Just days later, doctors told me I had a Grade 4 glioblastoma—the most aggressive form of brain cancer. They said that even with radiation and chemotherapy, I might have only six to eighteen months to live.
For some reason, I couldn’t accept that. I just didn’t believe that my life would end so soon, especially at such a young age.
A Long and Difficult Road
Over the next few years, I went through three craniotomies, weeks of radiation treatments, and years of chemotherapy. The tumor left me with a physical disability that has grown more challenging over time. Simple, everyday tasks—things most people take for granted—became harder and harder.
But here I am, 28 years later, still adapting, still pushing forward, and still trying to live the best life I can.
Lessons From the Journey
If I could speak to anyone facing a diagnosis like mine, I’d say this: Advocate for yourself. Never stop asking questions. Don’t be afraid to get a second opinion or explore every possible path.
And remember—statistics aren’t always accurate. I’m living proof of that.
Most importantly, surround yourself with family and close friends. Their love and support have carried me through the darkest moments. I truly can’t imagine making it this far without them.
Hope Lives Here
My story isn’t one of perfect health or an easy road. It’s a story of endurance, faith, and the power of connection. While life after glioblastoma has its challenges, it also has meaning—and I wake up every day grateful for the chance to keep going.
